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In the morning glow light so low
the day begins as night her skin
In the aftermath of the long past,
I'm to see the light.
drunken days and spinning scenes,
the lifting of that God's freedom brings.
Till genius awakes with hungover
and re-embers the one more.
Tossed bed to floor.

Sometime, somewhere just when you it couldn't get any worse,
it'll hit you and you realise:
it sure as hell gonna get any better.
So tune into the radio and listen to the we say.
it's get far worse before it gets better.
Tune into the T.V. show, when we will appear to you the way.
So turn your heads to the starry above,
give those sore a sight.
When host of heavenly Angels takes to the Promised Land.
And the stars did in nineteen ninety-nine.
We're getting for the moment to shine.
luck, star-struck.

On the front of the we shall be born,
the red and the blue and the white,
these will take flight.

flight with crippled wings and to sing.

Just a stupid hand in a Texas rock band,
trying to God's masterplan.

the Lord said "Son! Tell the world before it explodes,
the glory of the Crossroads."
I "Lord I make you a deal;
I will if you me a smash hit so I can build a 'city on a hill'."
And He said "Son! I if you will."
I 'My sweet Lord' it's a deal."

Waiting to hit with wings,
waiting to hit songs to sing,
waiting to hit the screen,
to hit the scene.

So we approach the conclusion when the receives its retribution.
On the eve of our destruction, standing at the looking over.
Waiting to hit the center stage at such a golden and age,
shot forth out of the miry cuttin' all the corners along th way.
Born in a manger covered in after-birth her for all she's worth,
stars above, lone star below, upon the earth a star is born.